home again

back in boston and it is so. freaking. cold. why did we do this to ourselves?

we were welcomed home by dabney's solar-powered lucky cat waving us in and a giant pile of mail.

other than the weather, we are happy to be back in our own digs - though feidler not so much. he misses non-slip carpet and weird carpet-like bermuda grass.


scene from the ride home. biker with requisite bag of oranges.